My Guest Blogger ~ Dictator J

My aunt missed the evil dictator that came to visit. My cousins were acting like little ragga muffins in the middle of the night. They yelled, screamed, cried and tormented everything in their path. Luckily we had the aid of the almighty and powerful, Dictator J. He opened the door to their bedroom and cracked his mighty, verbal whip. With a cold scold, he threatened to pack my poor cousins on a plane back home, with the mini van. He told them that Grandma was old and tired. I was sad. The End.